"Wisely put, Patriarch. I merely deemed it prudent to at least give advanced warning, is all." The Ecclesiarch raised a hand placatingly, his smile apologetic.

Augurius looked like he was about to speak, only for his ever-fidgety attention to be drawn behind him. "AH! Sinthari delegation here. Excellent!"

Near the entrance of the amphitheater, a figure of crimson skin, greying black hair, the tips of his ears just peeking beyond those greying strands, and of Human size and shape strode in, clad in dark violet and gold robes, decorated in runic script. His expression seemed to indicate he was either a stickler for tradition, or that he had never smiled a single time in his life, accentuated by the spurs that stood in place of eyebrows and the fleshy tendrils that hung downward near his lips. Behind him stood two others of his kind, standing just over two meters in height and carrying a ceremonial poleaxe, the blades shaped in an almost crystalline manner.

"Ecclesiarch, it is good to see you again."

"Likewise, Lord Ikoral."

Agorix subtly rolled her eyes as she whispered to Singh. "Great. They had to send the one Kitsai with no sense of humor..."